Pirate: This gunman is quite fierce

The streets of Albana.

There was a faint smell of "masala" in the air, which made Darrow very uncomfortable, but this was normal. After all, the prototype of the country of Alabasta was a curry country in the previous life.

"Amazing, there are too many people here." The bear from the poor kingdom of Solbe exclaimed. He had never seen such a prosperous street and rows of buildings.

"Of course, this is Alabasta." Olbia patted the bear on the shoulder and said as a matter of course.

On the other side, Dr. Clover started to explain in a cooperative manner: "Alabasta is one of the few superpowers in the Grand Line, and even among the fifty member states of the World Government, it ranks among the best..."

"And all this is inseparable from the wise monarch of Alabasta." The doctor talked endlessly, as if he was going to praise Nefertari Tikora as a wise king.

But these words didn't make sense to the people on the street. A middle-aged woman with a stack of pancakes on her head rolled her eyes and said something unlucky:

"Bah, bah, bah, a wise king! That bastard king has killed so many people. Several oases have dried up because he angered his ancestors. Now there are refugees outside Albana."

After saying that, the middle-aged woman pushed Dr. Clover and walked to a shop with a white plastic barrel behind the doctor. She asked the owner of the shop, "How much is water now?"

Albania, located in the desert, has no stable source of drinking water. In addition to rainfall, it can only rely on some deep wells to obtain water resources.

However, since King Tikola excavated the tomb of the previous king, there has been no rainfall for several months, and the deep wells have gradually stopped producing water. However, the rain in Juba has been falling non-stop.

The people all said that it was King Tikola who disturbed the peace of the previous king, so the ancestors cast a curse and distributed the rainwater from Albana to distant Juba.

"Three hundred berries for one liter of water." The shopkeeper walked out of the shop and said, "Three hundred berries! Why don't you go and rob?" The woman looked at the shopkeeper with her eyes as big as copper bells.

"There's nothing we can do. You know, because of the desert curse brought by the king's offense to the ancestors, the water can only be transported from Juba now, and it's very precious." The shopkeeper patted the white bucket behind him, making a crisp sound.

"Oh! Then just take half a can."

The woman also knew that what the shopkeeper said was true. She sighed helplessly, took off the pottery jar on her head, and handed over a few Baileys from her body, lamenting:

"I really don't know how to live like this."

As if to prove that what the woman said was true, a withered man with ribs clearly visible crawled to the feet of the water vendor with a cane, stretched out a hand and begged:

"Please, give me some water, I'm dying of thirst."

"Go away, do you know how much this water cost me?" The water vendor waved his hand, as if to drive away a fly, with a face full of disgust.

"Why are you like this? He's dying of thirst!" Blige looked at the water vendor fiercely and said, as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes.

"What does death have to do with me? It's not me who killed him. If you want to blame someone, blame the king who provoked the curse." The water vendor said righteously.

"Please be merciful and save us, or you can take my child in. He is young and can't drink much water. You can also take him in to help you work." Next to the old man, a woman with a shrunken face and a rag wrapped around her head pushed her child in front of the shop owner.

"Don't bother me. There are too many refugees outside now. Those who can work have long been picked up as slaves. The remaining guys like you are either old, weak or sick." The shop owner said, calling out a few guards with steel knives from the store to drive away the refugees who were asking for water.

"What a sin." The woman who bought half a can of clean water from the shop owner lamented at the refugees, but what could she do? She still had several children at home.

"Daro, do we have enough water? If so, I want to save them." Blige looked at the refugees not far away and said seriously.

"Of course, enough." Daro patted the bucket hanging on his waist, said with a smile, and handed the bucket with a huge amount of clean water to Blige.

"Thank you." Bridget said solemnly.

He took the bucket and quickly followed the refugees. Darrow and the others followed Blackie to the west of the city where the refugees gathered.

"I have water here. You can come here and get it for free." Blackie propped up a table and shouted to hundreds of simple refugee tents.

In an instant, countless shriveled heads timidly poked out of the tents, curiously looking at Blackie in a black cloak, as if they were stiff branches and dared to live.

When they saw the bowls of water on the table, they seemed to wake up and rushed to Blackie's water dispenser like zombies.

"Water, give me water." A refugee squeezed out a few words from his throat that was about to smoke.

"All, all, don't push." ​​Blackie looked at the crowded stall and said to the refugees.

But Blackie's words didn't have much effect. The refugees who had escaped from the dry oasis city didn't listen at all, but blocked the table even more frantically.

"We can't go on like this!" Darrow looked at the crowd that was already pushing and shoving, and patted Izumi Rikken on the shoulder and ordered: "Likken, go and maintain order."

Izumi Rikken nodded in response, and at the same time, holding Izumi no Kami Kanesada, walked in front of Blackie, pulled out the knife without saying a word, and showed the shining blade.

"Line up, or die!" Bai Xiuluo's simple and rough words were very effective, and he cleared the chaotic crowd in an instant.

"Let's help too." Olbia pulled several other O'Hara scholars to help Blackie apply water.

"Wait a minute."

Daro stopped Olbia and told them: "Go tell Blejie not to be stingy and fill all the containers used by the refugees to fetch water."

"In this way, the water will run out quickly, what should we do next?" Daro's words puzzled Olbia.

"Don't worry, I have my own plan." There were so many people and eyes, so Daro didn't explain too much.

So, with the efforts of Blejie and Olbia, thousands of refugees got enough drinking water. Even after some refugees spread the word, most of the people who were short of water came to get water.

"Magic bucket!" The last person in line to get water pointed to the wooden bucket in Blejie's hand, which seemed to pour out clear water continuously.

At the same time, the name of "magic bucket" began to spread in Albana, and everyone knew that there was a magical bucket in the west of the city, which could pour out water continuously.

………

After the water application, Darrow and his group found a hotel as a place to stay in Albana.

At night, Darrow called several people to the room.

"How much water is left in the bucket now?" Darrow asked Brig, who was sitting on the bed.

"Only one-fifth is left." Brig patted the bucket and frowned.

"So much water was used?" Darrow raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

Only Darrow knew how much water was compressed in the bucket. That was two swimming pools of clean water, and now so much water was used.

"Yes, it is consumed too quickly." Brig looked at Darrow and continued, "Tomorrow we have to limit everyone to one bowl of water per day."

Olbia's proposal was quickly agreed by everyone present, except Darrow.

"No, tomorrow we will still be the same as today, with unlimited water supply." Darrow said firmly.

"But we don't have enough water anymore." Olbia said.

"I'll find a way to get the water. We must make everyone believe that there is really a magic jar that can pour out water continuously." Darrow put the bucket back to his waist and then explained to everyone present.

"Why? Does this make sense?"

An O'Hara scholar asked puzzledly, and this was also the puzzlement of everyone present. In their opinion, one bowl of water per person a day was enough to maintain their lives at the minimum, so why should there be an unlimited supply.

Darrow smiled and explained to the puzzled people present:

"If we don't do this, how can the water sellers in the city lower the water? And if those guys who caused the water shortage in the whole of Alba see that there is really such a magic jar that can supply unlimited water."

"They will definitely jump out and cause trouble for us."